Cherchez La Femme

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Kid Creole and The Coconuts - Pop

Cherchez La Femme

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Lyrics

Amore, amore Be mine, be mine (Cherchez la femme, rumba) (Cherchez la femme, rumba) (Cherchez la femme, rumba) (Cherchez la femme, rumba) (Cherchez…..rumba, rumba) Tommy Mottola lives on the road He lost his lady two months ago Maybe he'll find her Maybe he won't Oh, one never knows He sleeps in the back of his grey Cadillac Oh, my honey Living on dreams and Elle magazines Oh, ain't it crazy, baby, mmm-hmmm Guess you could say This man has learnt his lesson Oooh Now he's alone He's got no women and no home For misery Cherchez la femme Miggie, Miggie Bonija's very upset She's sick and tired of living in debt Tired of roaches and tired of rats I know she is So her noble man says "Baby I understand" oh my honey Now he's working two jobs at 8th Avenue bars Oh, ain't it crazy, baby Now she complains That her man is never present, no So she goes next door I know , oh, she's just playing the whore For misery Cherchez la femme They'll tell you a lie with a Colgate smile Hey baby Love you one second and hate you the next Well, oh ain't it crazy, yeah All I can say Oooh, of one thing I am certain They're all the same All the sluts and the saints For misery Cherchez la femme Cherchez la femme Cherchez la femme Cherchez la femme

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Writers
  • Stony Browder Jr
  • August Darnell